CSI: New York
Phantasmagoria
Phantasmagoria by definition is a scene that is something like you see in a dream.
THIRTEEN
Lisa laughed as Jace wrestled Isabelle to the ground. Don tried his best to act neutral, pretending that he was not bothered by the fact that Jace was all over her on the sand; that he was touching her everywhere and that she was not slapping him yet for that.
Don glared down at the back of Jace's head, also trying his best not to throttle Lisa so she would just stop giggling already (because there was nothing to giggle about) and stop jumping up and down (because he was greatly annoyed by it).
Yes, he was a very jealous man.
"Are you two done?" Don asked bitterly, sinking his toes deeper and deeper into the sand. Jace looked up at him from being on top of Isabelle. Oh how he felt like grabbing a fistful of his collar and tossed him far away from her. "You do know you're on top of my girlfriend, right?" he continued, exaggerating on the word that Isabelle suddenly remembered she was supposed to play his girlfriend.
Lisa had stopped giggling and jumping now that she sensed her Uncle Don was radiating off his anger. Isabelle chuckled at Don as Jace helped her to her feet. "Relax, Don," she patted on the back of his shoulder. "It's part of the game, remember?"
"Yeah but he was all over you," Don hissed at her as Jace busied himself playing with Lisa for a moment until they finished talking. "He was touching you everywhere. Now that isn't part of the game! I don't like the way he's looking at you, I'm telling you right now." She stared at him as he calmed himself down. "And you seem like you're enjoying it and could you please stop looking at me like that? I mean, not that I'm restricting you from having fun but what would your mother say rolling around on the sand with him in the presence of your 'boyfriend', no less! And what would she say about me then? She's probably—"
"You're jealous," Isabelle laughed.
"—going to think that I don't pay attention to you and that I don't care about what you do—"
"Don, shut up," she said.
The four of them formed a big circle again, ball in Isabelle's hand. They were playing a game of tag with the ball in such a way that if the receiver of the ball failed to catch it, the thrower would have to chase the receiver around and try to wrestle him/her down. Isabelle, again, thought that the game was pathetic but at least it was better than playing doll. She was about to throw the ball to her unexpected receiver which was Don when Lisa just had to exclaim: "Let's have a dog pile this time!" She clapped her hands excitedly and nodded vigorously. "Yeah, everyone wrestled the receiver down!"
Isabelle frowned a little. If she threw the ball to Don and say if he failed to catch it, then he would have no trouble running away from her with those long legs of his. Not fair, she thought and immediately threw the ball in Jace's direction who was not really expecting the ball to be coming his way. As expected, Jace failed to catch it and had immediately taken off in a sprint before Isabelle did with Lisa not too far behind. Don watched as Lisa attempted to wrestle Jace down but ended up falling upon the sand.
"You okay Lisa?" Isabelle asked running back to her, Jace being momentarily forgotten.
"Ugh," the girl made a disgusted face. "I think I have sand in my mouth."
Isabelle laughed, helping her to sit up; oblivious to the fact that Jace was running towards her. "Aw, go on. Spit it—" She felt the wind knocked out of her when Jace had wrestled her to the ground – hard. "Not…fair," she struggled to speak. "God, you're—" she stopped short when Don suddenly rammed himself into Jace's side and ended up rolling on the sand until they were merely an inch away from the shoreline. Isabelle watched in surprise at the two, mumbling something inaudible as the waves wetted Jace's black mane. She glanced over her shoulders to see Lisa. "I was just telling you to spit it out. Have you spit it out?" Lisa shook her head. "Go spit it out then. Stay here."
"It was just a game," Jace reasoned with Don quietly. "What are you getting all worked up for? What's wrong with you?" Isabelle's head suddenly popped into his line of view, the waves hitting his head once again. "Hey, Belle, your boyfriend has a little issue with—"
"Shut up," Don harshly said, pulling him up by the collar before slamming his back down on the dampened sand.
"Jeez, Don," Jace spat holding his head. "Stop doing that. I have a headache al—"
"I said, shut up!" Don repeated the gesture.
"Don," Isabelle scolded prying his hands off of Jace. "Let go of him." When Don made it clear that he was not going to—because he was staring down at Jace returning the same intense stare Jace was giving him—she bit at Don's arm. He released his grip on Jace almost immediately, looking at her after that. "I told you to let him go but you didn't listen," she supplied before he could ask why.
"Come on," she said to Jace, offering him her hand. Don walked away first, grabbing Lisa's hand on his way back to the house. Jace dusted himself clean and glared daggers at Don's back. "You're not hurt, are you?" she asked as she tried keeping up with Jace's pace of walking. Before she knew it, Jace had taken off into a sprint and wrestled Don down to the ground. Isabelle stared in disbelief as the two struggled against each other, shouting at the same time about two different things. Oh my dear God. "Jace!" she exclaimed, running towards the two grown-up men to break them apart – again.
X
"Knock it off," Isabelle grumbled as the bed moved again. She buried her face deeper into her pillow, exhaling heavily. "I'm trying really hard to sleep here, Don." The bed moved again as she felt him tossing about in bed, trying to find that comfortably right position for him. She waited for him to stop, her patience running thin. She glanced over at him, peering over the so-called barrier of pillows that she had built to divide her side and his side of the bed. "Are you asleep yet?"
It was his turn to grumble. "I can't sleep like this," he complained sitting up and switched the lamp on. "It's stuffy here. How can you sleep like this? Why did you even bother building this barrier thing? I'm not an infectious disease to separate your side and my side of the bed."
Isabelle sat up. "What? Wait, hold up. Now, I didn't say you're an infectious disease – don't you make up stories like that."
"Fine," he spat, "it's not like I'm going to rape you in the middle of the night. It's not like I'm going to impregnate you without this barrier in between. My point is, this barrier here is unnecessary, get it?"
"What is it that you want, Don?" she bellowed, frustrated. "What do I have to do to make you shut up and go to sleep so that you won't wake the whole house up? What is it, Don? Tell me because I really do want to go to sleep."
"What I want is what you don't want," he said getting out of bed, "Which is to have this barrier gone because it's taking up my much needed space for a good night sleep. Get the picture, Isabelle?" He started tossing the pillow barrier down on the bedroom floor. "I want it gone – just gone. End of story."
She got out of bed shortly after and stomped over to the tossed pillows and grabbed one of it. She tossed it back on the bed. "I don't want the barrier gone," she said in a firm tone. She grabbed another one and tossed it to him only to have Don tossing the pillow back on the ground. "Didn't you hear what I say?" She tossed another pillow. "I don't want it gone!" He tossed it back on the ground, and another, and another, until there was no more to throw. "Would you stop that?"
"I want it gone," he argued.
"Too bad because I don't want it to."
"Stop it, Belle."
"You stop it, Don," she shot back. "It's my bed, my bedroom, so it's my call. You're just sharing it; you don't own it and I say, for the very last time, I don't want the barrier gone. Get the picture, Don?"
"Would it be different if it was Jace instead of me?" he blurted out.
She rolled her eyes at him and sighed. "For the hundredth time, Don, please," she pleaded walking over and stood before his tall frame, "read my lips – I DO NOT LIKE JASON PEARCE. Not romantically. Why the hell are you reacting this way, anyway? Are you jealous? You must be jealous because if you weren't, then you wouldn't care at all. Really, Don, maybe you're taking the play-pretend thing a little too seriously. You need to step back and let me breathe."
"Look, listen to me," he said quietly looking down at her. "I just don't like the way—"
"—he's looking at me. Yeah, I know that; you told me. He's your friend, Don. How could you say such things about him? You're making him sound as if he's a bad guy."
"Well, maybe because he really is one," he raised his voice as she turned away from him.
"Yeah?" she asked sounding uninterested, walking over to the other side of the bed and slipped herself under the comforter. "Well, goodnight."
Annoyed, he slid himself under the comforter and closed his eyes before he muttered, "he's been with a lot of women."
What kind of man hasn't? "Shut up," she mumbled trying to go to sleep.
"He cheated on Aiden, Belle," he said turning on his side to look at her back. She glanced back at him shortly after. "He cheated on her with Clara."
"That Clara?" she asked in disbelief.
"I went out with her for a few months before I found out," he chuckled. "Women these days," he said as an afterthought.
Isabelle sat up in bed in the poorly lit bedroom. "You dated Clara Thompson, Aiden's neighbor? But she's got cats."
"Hey, I dated her; not her cats. Besides, at least she wasn't as aggressive and psychotic as you are. You're just plain downright crazy."
She smacked his face with her pillow. "I'm not crazy!"
"It's okay," he laughed. "I like just the—" he covered a yawn "—way you are. I'm going to go sleep."
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sarramaks – Don't worry; it will. ( :
demolished-soul – Yep, Lisa is definitely how you described her to be. She talks too much! ( :
ilovemygelding – XD! Thank you.